Busy and stuff

Oh yeah, it's that time of the year again but I'm not the mood for it - not at all actually. I had a now-we-make-lots-of-Christmas-food with my friends but after six hours of Christmas music we're almost dying. So I haven't really heard anything since, and that was, eh, the day before the 1st of December. Luckily  I've been able to buy all the gifts for my friends in good time - I even got one gift from the USA and another one from the UK. I seriously hope they're going to like them - otherwise I might keep them myself! (Okay maybe not).

Yeah this is not an interesting blog this week I've just been really busy with my SRP (that project-thingy Sidsel talked about) and I'm only halfway through it! Yes, we can all hear "Livin' on a Prayer" playing in the background. So I have to finish that before I'm able to enjoy any kind of Christmas. Oh and... I might be a slightly bit in love... Oh well, who knows! That's all for now, Sidsel and Camilla are coming over so I have to clean the kitchen before we can get any writing done.

Bye! 

The Queen Of Goodbyes

"And I was your silver lining
As the story goes
I was your silver lining
But now I'm gold"
That's how Rilo Kiley worded it in the song "Silver Lining", and it hits home for me, because though I've stated previously in another blog that I'm terrible at goodbyes, I'm also amazing at them.
That is, once I've decided it's really goodbye, when a person has hurt me one time too many, or I see that all we really do is fight about everything, I am out of there as fast as I can.
I've simply learned that saying goodbye is better than staying in an unhealthy friendship or relationship. I've been told that I'm cold-hearted before, and I get why it can be seen that way, but it's not how I see it myself (who would ever like to consider themselves as cold-hearted?) I'm really good at pushing people away, but at the same time I treasure the people that I keep in my life all that much more. Because I push away the people I consider bad for me, I only keep the people I think are good for me and those are the people I really value.
Anyone who knows me (and I think Cecilie can nod knowingly to this) will have known about my fights with people, they can be really rather bad and go on for a long time - you really don't want to get in a fight with me!
We all have our faults, and one of mine is my logical and slightly cold nature that makes me throw people out of my life because I'm not sentimental enough to keep someone who hurts me in my life.

- Sidsel out

Interview with Markus (Yes, another interview!)

Yes, I have done this before and I now I've done it again - I've interviewed a friend of mine and I didn't even have to force him to it. Enjoy!

Markus - and NO there doesn't exist a
(good) pic of both of us together.

 Are you ready?

I am!

Okay, can you start with telling us a bit about yourself?

I suppose I can. My name is Markus, I'm 18 years old. I live near Horsens in 2 different places because my parents are divorced. In my spare time I enjoy reading, playing games on my computer and watching movies and TV series. Vil du have mere/andet? (Translation: Do you want more/anything else?)

Speak English please otherwise people won't understand it!

Of course. I added that, because it wasn't intended to be printed, but rather for you to indicate whether I was doing it right.

Yes, but I'm a terrible interviewer so everything is going on the blog!

Woo!

But I'll take the next question. What's your passion in life?

My passion in life.  That's a tough question, because either I have many or I have none. I don't think there is any one thing that can be described as "My passion". I'm generally a relaxed guy who takes life one day at a time and try to enjoy it. Most of my spare time does go into my gaming habit though.

So your future dreams have something to do with games/gaming?

Well no, not really. Gaming is not my life. Gaming is something I do in my spare time, that I'd like to continue to do in my spare time. But I don't really have a "big dream" about it.

But do you have a big dream then?

I guess that would instead have something to do with physics. I plan to go to University and study physics. I'd really like a PhD.

Excuse me princess but I have to go watch julekalender (=Danish TV-show-thingy) with my family, I'll be back in half an hour!

Right-o, I'll be right here when you're back.

*30 minutes later*

Sorry about that, I'm back.

Welcome back, no need to be sorry.

Did you have anything else to add to that question?

Well, if I have a dream, it is to have a PhD, probably in physics, but I think that's it. I generally just want to enjoy life.

Lovely! Sounds like a plan! Let me see I think we got time to one more question. Could you tell the readers about how and when you first met me?

Well, I met Cecilie through Sidsel. We go to the same school, but not in the same class, whereas I'm in the same class as Sidsel. Since Sidsel and Cecilie were really good friends already, I got to know Cecilie by becoming friends with Sidsel

So you had no choice but spending time with me because of Sidsel? Hint: Now is the time to say something amusing to end the interview.

I have no idea if I had a choice, I just went with the flow and look where I ended up!

Aaah I see! Any last amazing comment?

Bowties are cool?

Fezes are cool!

We're all cool!

The End 

Old friends

I recently started talking to a group of my old internet-friends, we haven't talked for around 2 and a half years and talking to them all again seemed just as natural as back then, and I guess that's how it is with some people, they might not be your best friends but you have a good connection and you can talk about anything. And even if you spend a long time apart you can get right back to talking and having fun. On the other hand you can have friends you see and talk to every day and yet never have that emotional connection.
I know it sounds really cheesy, I personally don't think "soulmates" is a thing, but I believe there's people with personalities we match with.
But you can also grow from each other, it can happen in friendships as well as relationships, if your personalities grow to be so different they no longer fit together, you simply grow apart.

I know this is a short one, but I'm completely ruined after a night out yesterday.

- A tired Sidsel out

Yearbook-thingy

Oh yes, we already have to write the pages to our yearbook even though we don't graduate till next year. Of course I'm going to edit it (someone has to take some responsibility) so I've already read the rough draft to my page. Some people might say that I shouldn't read it before I get it in the book form, but seriously I don't really care and I want to make sure that my friends only write 'nice' things about me. But because I'm such a nice person I decided to share this draft with you guys. There'll be no explanation because it probably won't exits anyway! Here goes:

Nickname: Sille and Michael

Characteristics: She is very quiet, calm, smart and sweet. And then she is pretty hot.

Motto: "Piv" and "Easily amused,  easily confused."

Will be remembered for: Her perverted mind (which we can thank Mie for) and for how generous she is. She will be remembered for her sweet hamster-sounds. At last she will be remembered for not washing her salad.

Biggest blunder: To become friends with Camilla and Mie - they have filed her brain with perverted thoughts and evil plans.

3 things she would bring to a deserted island: Books, her salad (WHICH ISN'T WASHED) and Hugh Jackman's naked chest.

10 years from now: Cecilie has become the new J. K. Rowling and writes long fantasy-books. She has bought the entire coast road in Aarhus, where her nearest friends and family have moved in. She is married to Hugh Jackman's naked chest. They have three kids and the hamster Hemming. If she does not break through as the new Rowling, then she'll 'just' write erotic books like "Once you go Mie, you never go back!" She has also gotten a part of Mie's company "Build-a-dil'o" which is the world's erotic answer to "Build-a-bear."

The advice from the class: You can do it! You are a hot lady, and don't let anyone tell you different. Believe in yourself and jump into life with both legs, no matter if it's the private life or your profession.

I hope you enjoyed this, my translation is probably not that good, but hopefully it will do. Bye!

Love is...

...A Journey
“They say it is better to travel than to arrive. It's not been my experience, at least. The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey." (D.H. Lawrence, Fantasia of the Unconscious, 1922)

It is with travelling as it is with love - there are so many destinations but there’s also a journey to get you there.

For some the journey is more important than the destination  - some people value the chasing over the settling down, they want the thrill of the airplane lifting off the ground, and what’s at the other end might then turn out to be as boring to them as where they came from.

For others the journey gets in the way of the destination, some people are so afraid of flying they’ll never get the sensation of landing in a different exciting country. If they’ve had a bumpy flight before they might get scared by the thought of getting on an airplane again, and who knows what they’re missing out on.

Yeah, some may only be interested in the travelling, some may be so scared of travelling they’ll never get to the destination - and then again some may be so focused on the destination that the journey fades in the background.

For me personally, the destination makes the hours in trains, planes and busses fly by - I’ve run through airports because I know that what, or who is waiting for me, is worth it.

I know this one is a short one, but I wrote this in English class (our most recent subject is "Love", and we had to write something like this to get us started on the subject) and I actually really liked what I ended up writing, I know it's a bit cheesy, but aren't we all?

... and therefore you should watch it!

Once again I had been staring at my computer screens for half an hour before I decided what to write about. Yeah, I don't get that many great ideas these days. Either way I thought to myself: "Now Sille, remember, you have to watch the next episode of The Legend of Korra today." and then it me - I'll write about the show! Well actually no, I won't. I'll write why should watch the first series Avatar: The Last Airbender since I like it more than Legend of Korra (that show hasn't caught my attention yet but I'm still hoping). So here's a few reasons why you should watch Avatar (and why I love the show, eh)!

Let's begin with the plot: In this world the four elements fire, water, earth and air live peacefully together. Some people can control the elements and they're called benders. But the peace only lasted until the day the fire nation attacked the air nation and hell broke loose. The only person who could stop this madness was the Avatar, the only master of all four elements. But he disappeared the day he was needed most. A hundred yes later Katara and Sokka, sister and brother, finds the Avatar Aang inside and ice bloke.

Sokka (left) and Aang (right)

The rumour of the Avatar's return spreads and Aang, who hasn't completed his Avatar training yet and can therefore only bend air, is in great danger when the fire nation's prince Zuko tries to track him down and kill him to win back his honour. See that is the greatest beginning of a show ever. Yes, only the beginning! I could talk forever about the plot because it's amazing and very original. But now to the characters!

First of all I adore the characters in Avatar. I'm sure of that anyone in the entire would be able to find at least one character in the show that they'd fall in love with. For example we've got Sokka, one of the only main characters who can't bend but simply run around with his boomerang and sword while having the surplus to cheer up everyone. Yes, he's one of my favourites, for some reason I always fall for the kinda useless and amusing characters in TV-shows I really can't help it. Oh and don't get me started on Toph, a blind earth-bending girl who can kick your butt in less than a split second.

So did I forget anything? Yes! Watch it! You won't regret it and if you do, well, at least I convinced you to try. Oh and by the way don't watch the movie, it can't be compared to the show. The movie sucks, I'm sorry to say it, but that's the truth. Stick with the TV-show and you'll be juuuust fine.

Sille is out!

Introversion...

These days just about 95% of the internet is claiming that they’re introverts, and I started wondering, so I decided to try taking a personality test (the Jung-typology test) based on the works of the psychiatrist Carl Jung and the writer Isabel Myers-Briggs. The test defines your personality based on extraversion(E)/introversion(I), sensing(S)/intuition(N), thinking(T)/feeling(F) and judging(J)/perceiving(P). In this test I ended up with the result INFJ, but what interested me most was the fact that I tested to have a 89% preference to introversion over extraversion, when the fact is that a lot of the so called “introverts” on the internet in fact aren’t introverts at all. And Chris who thought he was strongly introverted was actually only slightly introverted - but then I started thinking about it. And I’ve come to the conclusion that the internet’s perception of introversion is quite wrong, and bear with me here - because I am largely basing this on my experience…

A thing I’ve noticed a lot is that people seem to think being an introvert is the same as not liking people - it’s really, really not. Others seem to think it’s the same as being bad at socialising (this is the case with Chris), for which the same goes - it’s wrong.

Being an introvert is about being fine just being alone, that doesn’t mean you never need social interaction, it just means you’re more comfortable being on your own. And I think it’s a lot like that with most of the people in my family, my parents do have people over every once in a while but they’re not the kind of people to be some place every weekend. Though my mom seems to think I’ve taken it to extremes - I rarely see people “in real life” as she says, which is true, I don’t go visiting friends after school all that often (pretty much never), Sille and I do plan sleepovers every once in a while and I usually go to the parties I get invited to but… Honestly, after a day at school, even if it’s not a long day, I’m exhausted from the amount of social interactions I have to make, because when I’m out (in school or doing other things) I can’t just say that I need half an hour to myself - because for some reason that’s weird. It’s been widely accepted in my family that I don’t show up for most family parties, though my parents make me go every once in a while so the family doesn’t think I’m dead.

What annoys me is that the internet (maybe especially tumblr) seems to think that “being an introvert” allows you to be mean to people - it does not - you don’t have to hate people to be an introvert, I love people I just don’t love being around them for too long.

So introverts are (or at least can be) nice people, we just sometimes need alone time and space, because that’s how we recharge.

Anywho, I’m off!

Short vacation-update-thingy

From Randers Regnskov, wuhu!

It has been a busy week as usual but mostly because we've had our fall vacation and I really haven't been home much. There've been a party, a Disney-marathon-sleepover, a day in Randers Regnskov (Rainforest if you want it in English) and 3 lovely days in Aalborg where I visited a friend of mine. Today I've been doing my homework and I feel like the vacation disappeared in two seconds when I just happened to blink. But what I really wanted to say is that I'm very glad that I had the chance to spent some quality time with my friends. I appreciate that my friends want to watch Disney movies with me, go on 'adventures' in rainforests and don't mind walking the entire day, going from bookshop to bookshop, trying not to spent all the money on lovely books. I truly had a great week and I had really hoped when I woke up this morning that I was going to have another week off. Sadly this isn't the case, I have my math assignment laughing at me saying I better finish it before Tuesday. So altogether I just wanted to thank all my friends for being, well, my friends and for not turning insane will being in my company! I can be an odd hamster to be around I admit that. And I think that's it, I don't really have anything else to say this week, sorry about that! Oh well... Sille is out!  

animals

I started thinking this week about how all personalities are a bit like an animal of some kind, and I came to the conclusion that Cecilie as a hamster or something mouse-like, because she's always silent and hiding in the corners as if she's afraid to be eaten if she talks. Chris is a dog, always loyal and wanting of love expect from when he wants to eat or sleep .And I'm cat which I wrote a little poem thing about:
I'm a cat,

I can go off on my own for days,
And I come back craving only ten minutes of love,
I can watch apathetically as things happen around me,
And then when I've had enough I scratch and harm the one holding me.
I can want your love one moment,
And wander off alone the next.
(titled "I am a cat" or "I should stop doing drugs" I'm not sure which one to go with yet :P)

Anywho, I have to go to Copenhagen, now.

bais

Why I despise horror movies!

Hello dear readers, I'm taking over for Sidsel this week (because I'm so lovely) and since I had no idea of what to talk about I've chosen the topic my friend Markus suggested: "Why I hate horror movies!" So here goes. First of all I don't understand why people want to get scared. Seriously, after I watched The Ring (at the age of 13) I've been scared every time I was alone in a dark room. A couple of days afterwards I would jump up from the chair when the phone rang as well... So why this need to be scared of something? I suppose some people get some kind of adrenalin-kick out of it or something but me on the other hand, I just get so scared that I can barely sleep. Once I was at a classmates' birthday party and we watched The Woman in Black (with Daniel Radcliffe, HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING), and it was filled with jumpscares I was dying. A girl I didn't know the name of was stroking me on my back when I hit my face at Camilla's shoulder. That is not an amusing evening in my opinion.

Secondly  I don't like the plots, well I mean, I don't like the non-existing plots in many horror movies. Though I haven't seen many horror movies (luckily) but those I've seen didn't have the greatest plots and from what I can tell from my friends that is very common in this genre. So why, why watch them if the plots aren't even well-written?

Thirdly I don't understand how people can be so stupid in these films. Seriously, if you hear a mysterious noise from the dark, cold, old part of the abandoned house you're in, don't go near it, run for God's sake! Try using your brain for once! But no, of course not, they have to see where this noise comes from and BANG then they've been killed by a ghost girl who was drowned in a well years ago. I don't get it, really, I don't. Horror movies are filled with cliché characters who are just plain stupid and we all know that only one or two of the people in the film are going to survive anyway and it's never difficult to guess who - the main character!

No I don't get this genre mostly because it scares the living *beep* out of me but also because they have uncreative and not-surprising plots with dead boring, cliché characters who are most likely going to die anyway... Yep, Sille is out!

Copenhagen, wuhu!

I've been so busy that I only just realized that it's my turn to write and the clock is ticking closer to my bedtime, so I'll make it quick this time I think. This week I was in Copenhagen with my class for 3 days and oh my I didn't get much sleep! We started Wednesday, taking the train during school-time so we 'sadly' missed a couple of lessons. I spent most of the time eating candy in the train and taking pics of my classmates because no one else was doing that. When we arrived we had to go the National Museum to see an exhibition about The Modern Breakthrough - all I have to say is that it was burning hot in there and that our Danish teacher had already told us everything the guide was saying. So we rushed out of there, found a nice little restaurant (the girls and I) and then we went drinking. I don't like beer at all but somehow I got persuaded to share a Tuborg with Camilla and later a Carlsberg with Thomas plus a shot. Ew, ufff, alcohol! But it was a rather amusing evening, I think the guys managed to drink a box of beer in 1 ½ hour and there're only 6 guys in my class, so you can calculate yourself how many they drank each! I think I'll add a little picture of our 'party-time'. Either way I found out that the girls snore a lot. A lot! And loud! So I didn't really get much sleep.

The next morning we went off early to see "Klunkehjemmet" in English "The Victorian Home". I was really surprised by the beauty of this apartment from the late 19th century and our guide knew how to keep us awake during it all. But we had to hurry to catch a boat to the opera! We had bought tickets for the dress rehearsal for Shakespeare's Othello. It was amazing to sit in the opera and the stenography was beautiful. But one of the main singers wasn't allowed to sing so her solo which lasted 10 mins was a tiiiiny bit boring since you couldn't hear anything besides the orchestra. But all in all it was incredible! I'm probably never going to do that again since a ticket for the actual show costs a lot (and is in Copenhagen of course). Afterwards we had some spare time in the city before we met up at Christiania to have dinner with our teachers. It was a nice restaurant, wow, but it was the expensive in Christiania the cheaper one was filled up with people smoking weed and other kind of drugs. Uff what a smell! Then I went home to the hostel with two of the girls and we spent most of the evening in the guy's room where I ended up sleeping since I was too tired to move back into my own room. Let's just say Jacob wasn't pleased to see me sleeping in his bed and that he still farts in his sleep. How lovely. But the funny thing is that the guys didn't snore as loud as the girls so this night I actually got to sleep an hour or more!

The next morning (and the last) we went to Assistens Cemetery to visit the graves of famous Danish people like Søren Kierkekaard and H.C. Andersen. Our guide was an amusing man so we survived it with a smile on our lips. Next came a little tour with a guide who told us stuff we already knew so most of us didn't really pay much attention and I can barely remember which places we saw. Then we had to hurry to catch a bus to the train station and we were already heading home. While waiting in Fredericia I witnessed Jacob and Thomas drink whole milk without thinking it was rather odd and Andrea took too many pics of Camilla and I fooling at the train station floor. We were home in no time and Camilla and I spent the evening in my living room watching Sinbad and eating chocolate while being very tired.

And that was it! Was that a quick one, I don't know. I hope it wasn't too boring. Anypotter, Sille is out!      

Stuck in the past

After a discussion about royal families, and it got me thinking about whether countries, like Denmark, that still have royal families might be a little stuck in the past?
I guess there no real point to having a family that just receive lots of tax-payer money to do nothing, you might have guessed that I personally am slightly against the idea of royal families. One of the things I've heard people say in defence of royal family is that the royal family symbolises nice traditional values, to which I go, yeah? Like absolute monarchy? There's a reason why the people at some point overthrew their kings (and queens for that matter), because they didn't have a say in the decisions made, and they wanted to have (just like with the Arab Spring...)
Maybe countries hang on to royal families like people hang on to things after a break up that remind them of an ex. Because maybe it was bad times at the end of the relationship, maybe it was bad times most of the time, but that's not what we remember. The human memory truly is an evil things, it keeps playing tricks on us...

I apologize for not having a lot to say this week, but it's just been so busy and I kind of want to just have some time off now...

Update time and such

Hello there! Today I'll give a little update about my life since Camilla and I couldn't come up with any good themes for this week's blog.  So how's my life going these days? Well I've almost been in 3.G for a month now (it's the last year of high school I think) and it has passed by in a split second. Next week Sidsel and I will be working on our AT-project-thingy about homosexuals in the USA and the week after that we'll be going to Copenhagen for three days with our classes. I'm going to the Opera to see "Othello" over yay! Either way I can't believe that I'm already at my last year of high school, seriously I can't be over yet! I'm not ready to 'move on' and 'grow up' and decide what I want to do the rest of my life...  (Problems, problems, problems).

Apollo (Camilla) and Artemis (Me)

Anything interesting to tell? I've sailed in kayak for the first time a couple of weeks ago, I was terrible at it but I did it without falling into the water so that's something! I've also signed myself up to a fitness center so now I have to be all sporty and stuff... Furthermore I'm trying to survive having math A (highest level) on my own which is not going too well but I suppose I'll get a hang of it at some point, thank goodness I have Markus as an extra math book! Though I do have at least four math books and at least three math programs on my computer to help me out. More? Yes, in school we had our 'silly-picture' taken for the yearbook! My class was dressed up as 3. Athens (since I'm in 3.A it has to start with the letter A) and Camilla and I were dressed up as the Greek gods Apollo and Artemis. Look at the lovely picture! 

More? Hmm my parents keep asking me these days why I don't have a boyfriend and I'm starting to believe that my mom thinks that my brother (age 15) will get a girlfriend/boyfriend (who knows eh) before me but honestly that would just be hilarious. I mean I could tell that girl a lot of embarrassing stories about my brother, actually I'm looking forward to do that some day! Oh and talking about my brother he told me today that his boss (and my previous boss) offers me to return to work for 2 days in December because they need people before the Christmas lunch/party and I'm considering to say yes. Well I do need more details about it but honestly if I get paid the doubled of what I normally got (which I will since I'm 18 now) I could earn a lot of money in just 2 days. And I can always use money, I'm going to the cinema too often these days and fitness isn't cheap either.

Anypotter I think that's it, I can't really come up with more. So a little shout out to Camilla, congrats on 'catching' yourself a boyfriend, don't forget all about me! To Sidsel, happy (late) anniversary with Chrisie-Q, goodness I've never seen you so happy before! To Markus, meh, I have nothing to say to you or I think I forgot since it's late and I should be sleeping... Do your homework girl! Sille is out!  

some stuff, maybe

I goofed up and forgot to write last week because my (which is my usual writing day) was filled with assignments and friends.
So I'm taking this week instead, and I thought I'd write some 'poetry' because I felt like it.

I fell in love with words,
kind and charming words,
I feel them smile at me,
the fell soft and warm into my heart,
and I slowly fell in love with the words.

I stayed as words became promises,
hanging on to every promise,
the fill me with love and hope,
the daily reminder of why I fell in love.
I stayed for the promises,

It all turned into waiting,
the pain and loneliness of waiting,
every day that passes is one day till you're here again,
you're all I think about when I'm waiting,
separate but together in our waiting.

I've waited patiently for your touch,
the warm feeling of your touch,
the careful hand on my face,
the gentleness of your lips on mine,
I feel everything in me burn as we touch.

That's when I knew this is love,
when you held me it was all love,
the warm sticky, fuzzy feeling in me,
the pain when you walk away with a promise of "see you soon..."
I know when you give me the important words, that this is love.


Yep, that's it, I'm made of cheese and ooey-gooey emotional stuff

Another welcome back and stuff

Sidsel's been pushing me to write this week's  blog so here it comes! And since I don't feel very creative at this moment I'll copy her theme from last week's blog - and I feel like a bad person if I write about happy things since Sidsel talked about all the things she's bad it. So here is a list of some of the things I'm terrible at.

1. I'm very bad at remembering birthdays, even my grandparents' birthdays I find very difficult to remember. I once forgot Sidsel's birthday and I honestly don't think she'll ever forgive me for forgetting it - but it's the 26th of February HA, I've learned my lesson. Odd enough I'm good at remembering other stuff, not that I have any examples right now, but I suppose birthdays simply are my weak spot or something like that.

2. I'm terrible at getting things done. Yes it's an awful habit I got but during the summer it has grown stronger and out of control. Some days I barely leave my room and get nothing done and other days I clean the house, rearrange my wardrobe, go for a run, see my friends, go to the cinema, read a book and still pick up my brother after work. But since the summer break is over I'm hoping that this bad habit of mine will disappear because with all my homework I need a more structured working day...

3. I can't socialize in bigger groups. Well "can't" might be to exaggerate but I actually got an example. I went into to town during the holiday with my friend Markus and I had agreed on meeting his maybe-future-girlfriend-maybe-not in there. As soon as we caught up with her I stopped talking completely and Markus had to pick on me before I slapped him and started talking again. So when I'm with people I don't know or simply a big group I always shut and listen. It's terrible habit, really, and I hate it - but sometimes I get the feeling that I don't have anything clever to add so I just keep silent instead.

4. The last one is a very personal one but I think it'll do me good to get this off my heart. I'm very bad at controlling my feelings. This might sound very weird but the truth is that I gladly give my love to anyone who gives me a hint of liking me back. You can call it a bad habit or whatever you want but I have tried things and been through things I could have avoided if I had been able to control my feelings, just a tiny bit. But that's life I suppose, very poetic or something.

And on that note I think I'll end this blog. I'm not sure if I did well or not but at least my dear Sidsel will be happy now. Take care people! Sille is out!

welcome back, and I'm bad at things

The summer is now drawing to an end, seeing as I start in school again tomorrow, and so it is, back to school - back to blogging. I thought I'd kick off with a rather personal one, because I had to say goodbye to Chris this Friday after having spend four out of my six weeks off with him.

I thought I'd  tell about things I'm not good at, you could in fact say I'm terrible at more than one of them.

1. I'm not good at breaking a habit, people who know me just a little have probably heard me say at some point that I'm slight OCD, I'm not the "I like to put all my pencils in order, I'm sooo OCD" kind, I'm more of "the so terrified of germs that I have to wash hands three times before bed" kind of OCD. And I've for the last year tried to get rid of this habit, partially because my family is starting to worry, but also because I myself is afraid of what it'll turn into if I don't stop it now. At the same time I've watched Chris get rid of his nail biting habit, one nail at the time, and while he's been succeeding, I keep finding myself at the sink before bedtime. It can take years before I kick a habit, and it's always been that way, so yeah, not what I'm best at.

2. While I'm terrible at getting rid of an old habit, I'm equally bad at getting into new habits, like when I go travelling, you rarely find milk with the same low fat percentages as in Denmark, so I simply don't drink milkI till my body screams for it.

3. Another thing I'm truly bad at is falling asleep, even after a long day, I sometimes can't sleep before 3 or 4, and if I'm in my own bed it gets even worse. I can lie in the bed for hours just trying to fall asleep, some nights I read more than I sleep, because even though I'm tired it's easier to read than to sleep.

4. I'm bad at telling people what I really think, which has resulted in me agreeing to things I didn't mean just because I'm unable to say that I don't agree. It does also mean I've lost friends in the past because I couldn't figure out how to write a simple Facebook-message stating that I miss them. I guess most people have something like this with their crush, but I have it even worse with just my family. At some point as a rebellious teenager I decided that it's uncool to tell your parents you love them, and so I haven't for years, though I do of course love my parents it just feels to weird to tell them now. I really hope I'll get better at this in the future.

5. Last but not least I'm terrible at goodbyes, I don't like goodbyes, I guess that goes for most people, but I'm utterly terrible at them. When I look back at every important goodbye in my life, I always did something wrong, and in some cases I even decided that I'd rather pretend I forgot to say goodbye than actually doing it. My most recent goodbyes have mostly been with Chris, and I've always been the overly emotional one, and I guess it's natural to be emotional after having said goodbye to the person you love the most, but I'm terrible at dealing with it. I'll usually hold it in till I'm alone, and then go through the whole goodbye again.

And now here I am having to do one of the things I'm the most terrible at, saying goodbye, so ehm, I guess, that's it...

Summer vacation

As Sidsel I won't be writing much today either, not that I don't have the time I just think it'd be weird if I was the only one writing in here while Sidsel is being all busy and stuff... I should have been in the USA but because of my dad's illness the insurance company won't pay his medical bill over there if somethings happen to him - so I'm going to Blåvand (town in Jutland) tomorrow and then a week later when I'm home again I'll be leaving straight away to go to Bornholm (the most eastern place and island of Denmark). Oh and then I have 3 lovely days with Sidsel and two days at a gathering for previous students on the writing school I have attended for a couple of years. So not that many plans, hopefully I'll kidnap Camilla or someone else so we can watch Disney movies and if I'm unlucky I'll be forced to watch Supernatural or Games of Thrones... Anyfairy that's all, have a great summer and take care! :3

summer-times

I'm not going to really write anything this week, because I have a physics exam on Wednesday, and I'm kinda mostly focusing on that at the moment...
Actually I won't write for a while I think, because I am on Friday going to Northern Ireland, where I'm staying for 16 days, then I'll be back 1 day, then go to my aunt's (with Cecilie) for 3 days.  Once I come back from my aunt's I'll have 1 day to pack and then I'm travelling with my parents for a week, and then the day after we come home, I have to pick up Chris at the train station.
So you probably won't hear from me till sometime in August...
Have a nice summer and take care :)

Danish food-nonsense

Once again I had no clue of what to write about. Luckily I poked my friend Markus and he suggested I could write about food . So I will - Danish food, of course! (Yes, otherwise it wouldn't be fun). So I've selected a few Danish dishes that I'll talk about and of course I'll have to talk about the Danish people and their food-habits in general - otherwise Markus will be sad. Okay, here goes.

(One) of my favourit dishes of all time are boller i karry which is meat balls in curry served with rice and whatever else you need. My parents still pick on me whenever we're having this dish because I once jumped up and down of happiness when I found out we should have it. So now they're expecting me to do it again which is not going to happen, I'm way too lazy to do so. Unless it's tuna, I'd anything for tuna! Oh well, let's  take another dish. The next dish is called stegt flæsk med persille sovs which is slices of fried pork with potatoes and a parsley sauce. Honestly I'm not sure if I've made had this, but the parsley sauce and the potatoes can also be eaten with normal meat balls (which we call, in this case, frikadeller) so I've had that instead. It's really nice but I could definitely live without it...

A fancy kransekage, Markus found (yes on Google)

Okay the next dish which is up is actually a dessert, hurrah, and it's called risalamande and is rice porridge with extra whipped cream (according to Wiki and my brain).  It's really delicious but we Danes only eat during the Christmas days. But what really makes it great, is that we make it a game to eat this dish. Oh yes, we Danes are really creative (or not). Either way you hide an almond in the dish and the person who gets the almond will get a present. Often, in my family at least, the present will be candy, chocolate or some sort of food. Other families have a bad habit of letting the kids get the almond because they will get disappointed if the mother or father gets it. Well that's not how we play in my family because I haven't gotten the almond ever! Though my grandmother cheats and gives it to me now and then. But anyway here comes the last one!  According to Markus kransekage is also Danish and this is dish is, if you ask Wiki, a wreath cake. Danes normally eat it at New Year's Eve and on special occasions such as weddings and birthdays. Kransekage tastes really good but as all good food too much of everything can be enough. But I think I'll end it here though I could go on and on about Danish food because Markus is a bit upset about me not writing about rødgrød med fløde or smørrebrød - but I might do that another day! Anywizard Sille is out!

Memories...

I’m aware that I’ve done this a lot, and by “this” I mean write about my relationship with Chris, and I understand if you don’t want to read more of it, but to be honest it’s one of the most important things to have happened in my life, what I’m trying to find my way to write here is that I’d like to write about big things that happen in our lives (well probably more specifically, my life) and how we remember them

It’s interesting to me, the way I remember things, because for the most part, I don’t remember the “big events” of my life, I remember small details, some from my everyday life, some from unusual events.

I thought of this because I was talking to my mom a couple of days ago (no wild things I talk to my mom pretty much every day, but…)

We talked about when my mom was in her chemo-therapy-treatment, I was six when it started. I remember tiny things like my sister trying to be all motherly, and my four year-old brother crying because he didn’t know what was going on, and I remember when we gave her one of those bubble-gum “tattoos” to put on her bald head (which she did). But what I remember most clearly is going to the hospital with my mom, I remember sitting in the car on the way there talking about my mother being ill, I remember my mom walking out of a sort of changing room wearing a white robe, I remember feeling lost and alone because she had to leave and I couldn’t join her, I remember the kind nurse who took my hand after my mother had left, and took care of me while she was away. But the clearest memories are not of the times when I had strong emotions; the clearest memory is driving and looking at the flowers at the side of the road, and my mom saying how pretty she thinks they were. It’s the little things that are the most important.

In the same way if I think of the times I’ve spend with Chris (I’m here thinking of spending time as actually being in the same country), of course I remember all our hellos and goodbyes, because of all the emotions hammering in my head in those moments. But my clearest memories are of the afternoons when he was visiting me when we’d nap, well mostly Chris would nap and I’d lie in his arms listening to him breathe. Another clear memory is about an evening where we went out on a “fancy date” but what I remember is not what we talked about or what he was wearing, it’s the chocolate cake-thingy we had for dessert; because it was so delicious that we couldn’t stop talking about it. And it’s a very clear memory because I kinda feel like that about our relationship as well, in a way it’s so good that I can’t stop talking about it, and I know I often end up saying the same things, but it’s just how my brain works all flooped up “on love”.

But, all in all it’s the small things that matter, I know that’s a rather cliché thing to say, but I think it’s true. Once again it’s my mom who made me think of it because I asked her why she was talking pictures of normal every day things and situations, and she answered something along the lines of:

“There might be more exciting things in life than a Sunday afternoon, but there’s a lot more Sunday afternoons in life then there’s crazy adventures, and when I grow old, it’s those I want to remember, I want to remember the every day things, and then I’m sure others will tell me about the crazy adventures.”

Nicknames - the proof that we're lazy

Once again I sat at my bed and thought: "What on earth should I write about?" and then I thought of some of my friends because we had a grill-party-cinema-thingy the other day - and then I realized that I thought about one of them with a nickname I gave her. So BOM we're going to talk about nicknames!

Well first of all I think the idea of having a nickname is great but also a bit lazy. Seriously, you have to be honest, one of the reasons why you give someone a nickname is because their real name is too tiring to keep repeating. For example if your name is Christopher your nickname might be Chris and if you're a girl and named Elisabeth your nickname might be Lizzie simply because it's easier and faster to say! Gosh the human race is lazy. But of course we also give each other nicknames because we like them. We want to show others that we care about them and that they're special to us, so we give them another name. You all know that I have a friend named Camilla and one day we decided to give each other a nickname. Now mine is Michael and hers is Marius. We just choose them, the names themselves have no deeper meaning if I may say so, but it's our way of showing our friendship to one another.

Also I have another friend but we simply have the same nickname for both of us. We call each other "blud" but it's said like "blood" apparently an English way of saying "friend" or "mate". We thought it was a bit amusing to call each other that so we adopted the word and made it ours. Oh and you all know me by my nickname Sille since everyone is too lazy to say my actual name.

Bill from True Blood - aka Biiiiiiiiiiiiill! *Sookie voice*

Before I end this there's one more thing that annoys me - nicknames which doesn't make any sense! When I was younger I read all the Harry Potter books, and I really admired the Weasley family and at one point Bill Weasley was going to get married. Then I read that his real name was William and I thought: "Are you kidding me? How can you be called William and have a nickname which isn't even close at showing what you real name is?!" I was very frustrated, I still am, because for me the obvious choice for a guy named William is to call him Will. Apparently I later found out that it's pretty normal to be called Bill if your name is William, for example I saw this in True Blood where one of the main characters is named so... Still it annoys me! Anypotter I think I'll end it here with the conclusion that nicknames are great and I sound like a hypocrite but that's just me.... Sille is out! 

Relax...

Everyone has their own way of relaxing, I thought about this on Wednesday when I was sitting in the bus after having cycled 2 km through the pouring rain, it hadn't rained like that for a really long time, and even though it annoyed me because I had to cycle and walk around in it, very few things make me relax like sitting inside with an open window, smelling and listening to the rain, preferably with a cup of tea or hot chocolate.

I've always felt more relaxed around water, so rain makes me very relaxed. On the other hand I don't like lying out in the sun most people do, the whole sunbathing thing just annoys, it's probably because I get really bad sunburns.

I also really feel relaxed if I'm reading a book, the ability to remove myself from my own little life every once in a while is really good. Reading books allows us to live someone else's life for a bit and that way we can get to live our dreams without actually doing so, on the other hand we can also read a book about bad things and afterwards feel happy as we look back on it thinking "at least it's not that bad".

Turtle-Chris!

Another thing that makes me really calm is ”being creative”, if I have some project going I generally feel more relaxed, it's the feeling of doing something I like doing like painting, drawing or beading while actually creating something, that's very satisfying in a way.

Other things make me relax as well, sometimes even more, for example the hoodie Chris gave me, whenever I feel stressed or anything the like I'll cuddle up with it and breathe in the smell of him. I also have a turtle-plushie that lies next to my pillow on my bed.

We all have those things that make us relax, we just need to remember that everything is okay...

Eurovision 2013

Yesterday the 57th Eurovision Song Contest was held in Sweden, Malmø and as many of you know Denmark won. We actually won! Yeah, it's a big deal for us Danes since we've only won twice, back in 1964 and 2000 but now we can add another year, another trophy to our collection. It might sound like I'm a big fan of this contest but honestly I'm just glad that we won, that we have something (someone) to be proud of. Anyway for those of you who haven't heard of this before, here's a short summary:

Eurovision Song Contest (ESC) started in 1956 and is a music competition including the European countries (though with exceptions!) This year 26 countries competed in the finale and there were 16 countries in the first semifinal and 17 countries in the second.  The contest is held by the nation which won last time, meaning being will hold ESC in 2013 - where it's going to be we don't know yet, but maybe close to where Sidsel and I live. Also the way the winner is chosen by the people, meaning that you can vote by texting or calling a special number - just like any other weird singing/talent competition you know from the TV.

Now that you know all of that I'll talk about the actually show. As I've already mentioned a hundred times Denmark won but we didn't just win because Norway and Sweden voted for us. The thing is, when it comes to ESC there's an unwritten set of rules where neighbor-countries have to vote for each other otherwise you're a bad neighbor (simple as that!). For example if you go to Wiki you can see that Denmark as give most points to Sweden (from 1978-2012) and we've accepted most points from Norway (also from 1978-2012). This set of unwritten rules also applies to the other countries which means that the voting sometimes might not be fair and the wrong winner is chosen. But yeah, it's just for fun.

Okay, the last bit will be about the famous Danish kiss from 1957 which actually caused us loosing the title to I think Holland. But this kiss was the longest ever seen on stage and made people, maybe, uncomfortable or something, (pfft don't know why they didn't like it) but today it's a part of our Danish history and if you're just a slight bit interested in music, this is a piece of information that you have to know.  So at least but not last I'll put a link to the winning song of ESC 2013 with the words - Oh hell yeah, we won! 

end of year, or something

First of all, sorry I'm late with this one, but it's been a tough weekend, so I decided to wait till today...

I realised yesterday that we have less than three weeks of school left, of which this one is the last normal school week, the last two (or there abouts) are AT (a multi-subject project thing, I have to work with physics and math). Then after that there's a month of exams and tests which will be fun fun fun, or something. This year just seem to have passed so fast, and lots of things have happened, they do say that second year at the gymnasium is the hardest, (the school Sille and I are in at the moment is called a gymnasium, it's a three year long education, and it's a kind of general education). And we have, well I don't really know about Sille, but I've had a lot of assignments this year, especially at the end of the year where it's been 2 or 3 big-ish assignments a week, but it's been doable, and it's over soon...

In seven weeks my vacation will have started and I'll be in Northern Ireland, where I'll stay for two weeks, then I'll have little less than a week at home, in which I might spend some time at my aunt and uncle's, then I'll be in Czech Republic with the parents and then, the day I come home Chris also arrives in Denmark, he'll go home two weeks later and I'll go back to school, that'll be my summer, it'll be a busy one, and I'm probably going to tell you more about everything when it has happened.

And then it'll be back to school for the last year before university, phew, time flies, am I even old enough to feel like that? Oh well...

Also, I've started a tumblr on which I'll put my nerdy-crafty-thingies (or AMAZING ART as Chris calls it, though it really isn't...) linky link: http://nerdygeekcrafts.tumblr.com/

Interview with lovely Camilla!

This blog will be an interview with my lovely friend Camilla - she agreed on this so no forced was used! Enjoy!

Are you ready?

YES!

Okay, can you start with telling us a bit about yourself?

Alright then. Well, my name is Camilla, ha. I'm seventeen years old, and on august 20th I'll turn 18. (Fun fact: Same day as Garfield, Collins & Barnes). I'm a cosplayer, and a member of the Danish group Pixie Pokers. I love reading, and to write to own stories, even though I suck at the last part. I'm currently in second year of high school, where I'm studying English A & Spanish A, hurrah for that. Uhm.. I'm the oldest of four kids, yo, and I'm trying to make my youngest brother, who is 2 at the moment, into a nerd. So far, he believes I'm Iron Man, and that he is Spiderman + he can walk over to people and say: "MY PRECIOUS". Am I a cool sister or what?

So Camilla, what's your passion in life?

My passion in life? I don't really know at the moment. I love to cosplay and I love to write. But.. I don't have that.. magical feeling inside, you know, the one you get when really love something. I used to get it all the time, but lately things have been going downhill. I'm sure it will change someday, and then I'll hopefully get the magic feeling back whenever I cosplay or write :)

So does that mean that you don't have a big dream of yours?

Exactly. I used to have planned everything about my god damn life. I had planned to become a journalist, no matter what. I had planned to move to England, and to become a writer. Now, when I think about the future, pretty much everything seems dark.

So you don't see any light in your future?

Not at this very moment. Hopefully it will all work out soon. Then we can get the bookstore with shopping-carts and free tea as we've been talking about!

Oh yes that's true! Then you can tell the readers about the two us then! Like, how we met, how you still haven't gone mad by being with me for several days in a row and our plans for the future!

How we met? We met when you were forced to join the English&Spanish class, right after Christmas in first year of high school! I'm glad you was forced into the class, because if you wasn't we most likely wouldn't speak, which would be pretty sad.
It's true I've been with you for day without being mad; at Sicily, where we shared a room and when we were writing SRO. We sad in the kitchen two days in a row, ate "monkey food", watched NCIS and talked about how we just wanted the god damned - or Satan bless it, if you prefer it that way - SRO to write itself!
When it comes for future plans we've the bookstore plan. But, besides that, we've a plan about a huge double wedding where everything is somehow fandom related. Us, aka the brides, will be wearing princess dresses. Instead of saying "I do", we'll say "I choose you", and the place where we'll eat our dinner will be dressed like The Great Hall from Hogwarts!

Oh yes, you're sure right about all that! So before we end this interview, do you have anything important to add?

The truth is... I'm Iron Man

OMG!

 YES I KNOW, RIGHT

The End

Happy and silly people

hurting, missing and loving

I know I write about my relationship with Chris a lot, but we've had a rough couple of days recently and I feel that I need to write about it (again), I just kind of need to get some stuff out of my brain...
Well, I want to write about what makes a long distance relationship different, and at times difficult, so here goes:

I think the love in a relationship like ours very much comes from the pain, that might sound bad, but hear me out here. The thing is, that the worst feeling I know is saying goodbye to Chris, it's standing in an airport saying "I'll see you in three months...". It is difficult, sometimes maybe even painful to be in a relationship like ours, but I think the love lies in that we choose to be together anyway, we choose to go through the painful goodbyes and months apart because we love each other that much, the love just overpowers the pain (if that in any possible makes sense).

I think Chris put it perfectly when he said "I miss you so much it hurts sometimes" because that is truly how I feel, I go around every day missing him and it hurts, it hurts knowing that the thing I want the most, the person I love the most, is so far away. So I try to convince myself that "distance really doesn't matter when you really love someone" but honestly I think that's bullshit (excuse my language) Because distance does matter, no matter how much you love someone it still matters that there's six-hundred miles and an ocean between you. But I think that we as a couple can overcome that shows that we're willing to put hard work into it (because let me tell you it's really bloody hard sometimes).

But when you've been in a relationship for over eight months and only have spend three weeks actually being together, that means there's a lot of missing each other. But I read quote that sums my feelings on the subject up perfectly: "Missing someone gets easier every day, because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will." And that is the reason I usually spend out time apart counting down the days till I'll see Chris again, and not counting the days since I saw him last.
But even though it gets easier everyday, there's still two months till I'll see him again (and 14 till we'll live together). And I know it might sound weird when I say I miss the person I talk the most to every day, but that is, I think because I don't miss Chris, I miss being with him. I miss how we are together. I miss being able to do things like holding hands while going for walks and cuddling while watching movies, I don't miss him as much as I miss "us".

(Watch out here comes the really cheesy part)
I think the pain of saying goodbye, being apart, and missing each other that is a pain we're willing to go through, because we love each other that much.

Driving? Oh my, where's the pedal?

This week I'll make sure to write on the blog in time but the thing is I've no idea what to write about. Therefore I'll just talk a bit about what I'm doing at the moment.  Since I turned 18 I've been taking driving lessons at a driving school close to the train station. I've only been to theory-classes three times (are they called that in English?) and I've only been on the driving training facility once. The motor only stop working nine times, I think that's pretty good thinking of that I've never been driving any kind of vehicle. The closest I've been to driving anything with its own motor is a crosser, and at that time I just sat behind the driver and squealed because we always drive on a bumpy road. Anydoctor I already have my first drive on the roads next week and I'm definitely not ready for it. I mean, I can't even remember which pedal is the accelerator pedal! But still, I have like 3 months to learn it before the 'exam'. Also yesterday I went to get 8 hours of first aid. Yes I do mean 8 hours straight. I went  with two of my classmates and there was a police officer who taught us everything we need to know. He was actually not so boring to listen to as I first thought so the hours disappeared really quickly. Also the dolls we had to 'bring back life' were named Voldemort, so I've saved Voldemort's life several times yesterday. But I feel more secure now to be honest know what to do in certain situations and I could really have used that when my former English teacher, who was an epileptic, had an attack. That's something I'll never forget since I only stood less than two meters from him and the fact that I was the one who ran for help. Anydalek I think that's it, I just shared my thoughts of getting my driving license so everyone beware of me in traffic!    

The ups and downs of nerdyness

There's ups and downs to everything, and there is to "being a nerd" as well, and I'll warn you this might turn into a blog where I end up complaining (I'll try to keep it under control, but I can promise anything...)

The thing is that the new season of Doctor Who is on at the moment, but I've just been so disappointed, I'll say generally since Moffat took over I've liked the show less (yes, I'm aware that MANY whovians will disagree over this, but we're all allowed to have our opinions...).

Honestly I feel like Moffat is too obsessed about the bigger plot, but he doesn't do it in a charming "Bad Wolf" kind of way, it's in a way more obvious kind of annoying kind of way, which I know some people love, but it just feels like it's not the Doctor Who I "fell in love with". Don't get me wrong, I looove Moffat's writing, Sherlock is amazing and my favourite episodes of DW is "The Empty Child" and "Blink" but I feel like he's got too much power now and it's not good anymore. I watch most of the shows I follow "religiously" with Chris, and lately whenever we finish an episode of Doctor Who we'll just sit there in silence till one of goes "Well... That was disappointing..."

So it's good we have Game Of Thrones to look forward to, because that just keeps on being amazing, I'm completely in love with it, and at some point I'll get myself together and actually read the rest of the books (I've only read the first one, and yes I am aware that I'm terrible but I'm just busy reading Mortal Engines and they're just awesome aswell... So much to read, so little time...)

And then there's Adventure Time which is just getting weirder and weirder, the new season has just made me fall completely in love with Lemongrab... But I do sometimes wonder what drugs the creators of Adventure Time are on...

Anywho, I'm off to be a complaining nerd elsewhere....

'Grown-up' and a bit smarter

I'm so sorry for being late, but I've been celebrating my birthday and making assignments the last couple of days so, I apologize. Now I'm finally 18 like Sidsel, and officially 'grown-up'. Yeah okay, I'm not really grown-up yet but I've learned one thing over the last couple of months: Remember to forgive yourself. This topic might seem similar to one of the things I've written about before but at this moment this is all I can think of and want to write about. To be honest I've been failing some of tests in school and some of my grades have been failing as well. I've been stressed, school, work, family-problems, friends, assignments and so on was simply too much. But now I've been 'fired' from work and started taking driving lessons I feel more free. Also I've forgiven myself for failing those classes because I was trying too hard. Instead I've turned these failures into motivation for me. If I can't keep focus or don't want to do my homework I just remember what happened and I'll make them right away. For example I've made my English assignment two-three weeks before I should hand it over and I even had the time to help out one of my friends with hers. Also another classmate of mine had trouble with some German and I even found time to give him some keywords, because I didn't want to make everything for him. Also I'm sleeping better at night. I've pulled myself together and I now read books again, oh man I've missed that.

And that's all I've to say for now. Remember children, it is okay to fail, as long as you only do it once and learn from it! Sille is out! (She has to bring cake with her today).  

A bit of travelling and poetry

Once again, I'm home from travelling, and I'm not overly in the mood for a lot of writing, seeing as I this morning at around 6 had to say goodbye to Chris, knowing that we won't get to see each other again before the end of June.

Oh well, instead of writing about my trip I'll share a bit of "poetry" that I wrote while on the train, I do want to warn you, I hadn't really slept, I'd kinda napped a bit while watching movies, and in the car... Soooo this might not be the best I've ever written...

Anywho, here we go:

The pain is in walking away,

Knowing that every step takes me a little further away.

The pain is in not turning around,

Knowing that your arms won't be here to comfort me.

The pain is in waiting,

Knowing that what I'm longing for is so far away.

The love is in coming back,

Knowing that no matter the distance we'll meet again.

The love is in waiting,

Knowing that you'd wait for me aswell.

The love is in ignoring the pain,

Knowing that you're worth the hurting I'm going through.

Oh Sicily!

Compared to Sidsel I'll spend forever on talking about my study-trip to Sicily, so don't come and tell that I haven't warned you! Here goes: First we had to take a plane to Riga (why, I wonder) then to Rome, then to Catania, but something happened so we flew back to South Italy. THEN we finally came to Catania and arrived at our 'hotel'. Some of you might know that I get really sick of flying and all these flights made me really sick . Luckily my classmates are so sweet that they did whatever they could to make me feel better. Anyway our 'hotel' (it was more like a B&B but not really) was really nice, we had a big bathroom with a fake door and six beds even though it was called a room for four people.

The first day we walked on Etna! Yes, we're talking about a real volcano which still spites lava up into the air. It was so amazing to walk on, to see and smell. Recently there'd been an eruption so the ground was covered in black lava stones. But underneath these stones there were snow! So you can imagine my entire class walking on this and suddenly you go right through the stones and your leg is stuck in a cocktail of snow and lava stones. It was truly peculiar.

Some of my classmates - notice the snow under the stones!

The second day we went to the countryside just outside Noto. We'd arranged that we could see an organic farm owned by a half Danish woman and her Italian husband. If Etna was great, this place was maybe even more great! Sicily is known for its lemons and blood oranges and we saw heaps! The entire farm, nature, streams and animals were incredible and the hours disappeared in no time. I never thought that I'd enjoy seeing a farm this much in my entire life. Afterwards we went to Siracusa where Kath and I saw a lot of beautiful architecture. Really nice city, even though a couple of Italian guys yelled "Ciao bella!" after me. I have to try and take that as a compliment I think... When we came home later that evening a few of the girls and I went into the guys' room and we talked with them while they were drunk. That is one of the most amusing things I've done for ages. Not only did they deny the fact that they were drunk but they also agreed on putting on fake moustaches. I'm also pretty sure if I hadn't told the guys to go to sleep, Thomas and Mie would have slept on me. Don't ask why, it was weird... 

Camilla and I - look at all 'em lemons!

The third day we visited small towns - also beautiful - and then we went to see ravine. It was, yes you guessed right, also very beautiful and we all had to take pictures of the stone formations since our NG teacher's big passion is stones. (She bought home stones which weighed 4 kilo). In the evening almost everyone went to a local bar where Thomas forced me to try a drink which tasted of orange and cider. Ew. Oh and Martin (skinny guy, 45 kilos) became so drunk that a few of the guys and I had to get home after a couple of hours. Luckily the barmaid drove us and later again (when the guys had had a talk with the people responsible for Martin's drinking) they bought home Camilla who also was drunk. To make it short: Non of the guys got very much sleep that night.

Michelle and I - look at the pretty stones!

The fourth day I went to the local fish market with Kath and we got some nice pictures and video for our AT (that project thingy).Then I went into town alone even though I wasn't allowed. I did have a reason though to do so. I wanted to post Camilla's postcards for her since she didn't had the time herself. But I got lost pretty quickly and my map couldn't help so I was forced to ask for directions. I asked an Italian guy who ended up saying: "You know what? I'm going to the post office as well. Do you mind coming along?" This resulted in that I spoke with a complete stranger for twenty minutes while we went looking for the post office. He was the nicest person on earth, and spoke very well English compared to everybody else on Sicily. It annoys me that I didn't get his name though, but he'd lots of interesting stuff to share. Also this evening the entire class went to a restaurant the girls and I had been to almost every single day. It was a nice way to end the trip even though it rained and I had to walk home in the rain with Thomas since I couldn't find the rest of my classmates. We also played card games that night with a guy from Germany and I had to stand on Thomas' back to make him feel better. Odd is the only thing I'll say.

Camilla, Thomas and Jacob - Happy to get something to eat

The fifth day we went home. The alarm was set at 3:34 AM and we were hugged by our families at 9:15 PM the same day. In the train from Copenhagen to our hometown we also called our history teacher to wish him happy birthday. He was a bit confused but we thought it was really amusing.

And that's it people! Oh man that was a lot. I think I better add a few pictures so you have something to look at - and if it works I'll add the video Camilla made about our trip. If you want to laugh at silly people and silly teachers you should check it out! Sille is out! (And very happy.)

(Here's the link, couldn't make it a video on the site, sorry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW4b9eusuU8&list=HL1363387552&feature=mh_lolz) 

2.A ON ETNA!

phew, stuff happens

I don't have it in me to write a big thing right now, where I have to think about complicated questions and stuff, so once again, here's a quick update about what's going on in my life...
Last I wrote about my life was when I came home from visiting Chris, that's about a month ago, since then stuff has happened, as I mentioned (or dedicated a blog to) I turned 18, and I've had to fix money stuff and such. I turned 18 on the twenty-sixth of February, four days before that, the 22nd of February Chris and I celebrated our six-months, which we did by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail and eating M&Ms (Mmmmmmmmmm'n'Mmmmmmmmmmms) even though I'd sworn never to watch that movie with Chris again, because he knows every line in it, and most of the time is going "ooh this is the part where..." But since it was the first movie we watched together, and we had something to "celebrate" I agreed to watching it anyway.
Else from that I've been doing AT (a project thingy) in school, which related to our trip to Dublin, we left for Ireland last Sunday and came back again this Friday, we did lots of stuff, went to museums, went shopping and stuff like that. But my favourite thing was meeting up with Chris, who spent something like 4 hours travelling from Bangor to Dublin just to spend a few hours with me, and to give me my birthday present and a six-months present, which was an Adventure Time T-shirt and a bracelet with a "tiny deer elk" (also known as a giraffe).
Next week I'll do a bit more AT and then next Sunday I'll be going back to Northern Ireland to spend more time with Chris (this whole long-distance-relationship thing is really spending all my money for me, but Chris is really worth it)

okays, I'm off again, take care and what not

Sometimes it's necessary...

I believe that it's necessary to feel bad now and then; to cry and just let everything go for while. As you can imagine this isn't going to be the most exciting blog you've ever read, but this is how I feel these days therefore I thought it was important to write it down. My life has been a mess (oh wait, still is) and it has been difficult for me to be surrounded by my happy friends. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing that all my friends are happy but that it can be annoying to compare their happiness to your own and at the moment my happiness level is 5% (my lucky number actually) and all my friends are like 100% - okay I might be exaggerating but exaggerating promotes understanding. Because, truth to be told, a lot of my friends aren't happy either. One of my friends are having a lot of trouble with her family including being 'dumped' by her best friend and as a good person I find it tiring to make other people happy when I'm not happy myself. Therefore I'll make my conclusion; it's more than okay to let everything out. The last couple of days have been like riding a roller-coaster  and it has helped a lot, at least for me, to just let everything and think happy thoughts. I told one of my very adorable friends about this and he told me: "Don't worry, it could have been worse! At least it's not raining with yellow urine!" - this is exactly what you should be thinking when your life falls into a deep hole; it could have been worse. (Here's a prettay picture of a cat hugging another cat by the way). So what was actually the purpose of this week's blog? Be sad if you remember to be happy afterwards! Oh yeah I'm smart - and I'll be going to Sicily this Friday so I think we all know what I'll be writing about next time it's my turn again. Hopefully that blog will be more happy and less messy. Anymerlin, Sille is out!